Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I like this

(scratched)
I've got a few things I say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the wrath of the will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll blow
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame emcees that dont
I'm poppin' the clip and bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I emcees with sounds like these
Run over enemies and I in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a is nothin but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a conscience in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, through the jungle
wit a hoodie and black hat down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
gotta do the jewels tack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a
With a fat swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump
on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a hit,
reminisce shit, with dipshits
shit is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' low, breakin' down flows
a new flow medley outgrow when you step back
To the black with a fat rap with a fat
with a little bit a funk in my
it back to the brother land
and I was stupid idiots like Tarzan
Givin' back to the man and get another land,
man gimme it, its
How easy and tight wishin' into the
up in the sound in the heart of the
wild with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be smarter Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the other end gonna end,
set a trend with the mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors never the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a beat
Rappers fail to attack me, a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
Mindless grow through idiosynchrosy
up, rising up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, dank
No telling is lurking
I hero it, but will I sense a
I proceed to bust a
'cause I trust the design in the mind of the rhyme
Just impossible to find
What a disgrace to the race of mc's
I am because I choose to my ground
and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is earned every entry attained
And strained the game, and what I'm to explain is that
The deeper we're creepin' the more we find
And slippin' just shootin' dead lips on a
Its the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way been livin
And in the essence, survive and its easy
To recognize when ?the bo?
Surprises the in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their world
Can it be damaged the bones
of the fellas and men thats my culture
Can't understand every breast that you
was as up ?paper be one hung motherfucker
as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy that me now is the blackest, attack this
I we already established the wackness
in the cemented jungle
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
Surround me in a style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole
We just one magic stock
I'm gettin' 'em off crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while
Not trippin no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
the camels being loaded up
The men, themselves up
a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we from the top we go to the very bottom
Of a myserious place -- a very mysterious
that I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
Making of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making you beat the buzzer
Making Lyrics Born came out his mother's stomach
covered with the lyrics kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can make colors
And have the whole goddamn planet yellin at you and even
Still take the time big up ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this bottle
Or that you would even be concerned with little, little words
you would tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, kids' legs home
You can't back a sliver roach, you know
That type shit, and watch me wreck this stage
Boy like I got your daddy's style hangin' my waist
And watch me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, if I thought it was just
Born that made lyrics born, lyrics born
And then I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to play my record on the way to the